Tiing! Tiing! Tiing!
In the vicinity of the Snowesse Company Building, much like in other areas of the city, a persistent tinging echoed through the air. This metallic symphony, the sound of steel striking steel, had prompted many to flee the city under the escort of the God's Guards.
Thuuud!
Such formidable power resonated in the casual exchange between spear and knife, causing nearby buildings to crumble under the sheer force unleashed.
Even the slightest of their interactions proved cataclysmic, a testament to the mastery of universal energy arts possessed by the white-haired elder and the man in a Gray Robe. Despite wielding only a fraction of their true might, they wielded power capable of rending worlds asunder.
Yet, they held back, restrained by the knowledge that this place already turned into a battleground, now shrouded in the debris and ash of demolished structures. The entirety of Buzara was about to become a theater of war
